No, like I said, I'm fine/down with Deacon Bob: He just caught me at a slightly bitchy moment, mainly due to having to hump a fucking stroller up the rectory steps through a whole lot of unshovelled snow. And as I keep telling Steve, the sooner we get Cal baptised, the less we have to worry about somebody boiling him down to make flying ointment. (Which is a genuine concern, 'cause he's a big boy. He could probably put a whole coven in the air, single-fatted.);))